Khairul Ahsan

Gold Star - 8,943 Points (Bangladesh)

Khairul Ahsan Poems

1. Love Burns 7/28/2014
2. Long Forgotten 3/31/2015
3. In Time 5/14/2015
4. Like That Cat 5/21/2015
5. Dreams And Smoke 6/17/2015
6. Pain And Pleasure Of Loneliness -new- 6/26/2015
7. How Much You Would Unfold... -new- 6/27/2015
8. Your Face -new- 7/1/2015
9. A Bubble -new- 7/5/2015
10. A Wish 10/20/2014
11. Like Siberian Birds 2/17/2015
12. Life Geometric 8/8/2014
13. Discovering Myself! 12/16/2014
14. Sensual Sensory 3/17/2015
15. There's A Bird Up There! 3/3/2015
16. Last Night 1/12/2015
17. Her Eyes 1/15/2015
18. Your Corner At Home 4/15/2014
19. An Embroidered Quilt And The Woven Dreams 4/20/2015
20. The Hocking River 4/4/2015
21. At Poemhunter 12/27/2014
22. Feel My Heart's Calling 1/16/2015
23. Every Kiss 11/9/2014
24. Womb 1/1/2015
25. Sensitivity 9/2/2014
26. Waiting 9/3/2014
27. The Thought 4/5/2015
28. Privacy 2/4/2015
29. Combustible 1/9/2015
30. A Long Wet Kiss 3/16/2015
31. Strange Coincidence 10/22/2014
32. Women 8/12/2014
33. The Ultimate 5/20/2014
34. Rude 9/29/2013
35. Barter 11/8/2013
36. Sharing Of Heart 4/12/2015
37. Light And Darkness 5/2/2015
38. Dilemma 6/14/2015
39. Love's Edict 2/25/2015
40. Beauty And Innocence 9/26/2014
Best Poem of Khairul Ahsan

Pristine Love

No love is as overwhelming and as pristine,
As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen.
When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold
Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.

She seeks a hand to hold and wants hers as well be held,
In secluded privacy, from the outside world as if shelled.
She wants to love and be loved, to touch and be touched,
Promises never to leave the hand that she fondly clutched.

Standing on the crossroads of childhood and puberty,
She seeks a soul mate, not one who is always flirty.
She feels lonely at ...

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A Gentle Touch

When you touch me, I can say it's you
Even if my eyes are closed.
For your palms are like text books
That I've read so many times over,
And so they appear so familiar.

When your breath falls on my back,
I can say it's you, without turning around,
For my back has known no other warmth.

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